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ZACHARIAS SMITH's father becomes a highly-sought professional speaker on the dangers of the Noble Arts, Duelling, Duelling Clubs, and secret Warlock Societies. He publishes an entire library of books which are praised for their insightful and direct invective against offensive magic of nearly any kind. Many of the titles focus on monitoring one's children, the value of home wand checks, and other 'preventive parenting' methodologies.

An equal (or greater) number of people believe his books to be twaddle.

Hey, so I've been meaning to ask you all day: How did it go last night? What was his excuse?

And yeah, you're right: Margie's fit but Merlin, she's got a gob on her. I dunno, I think maybe it's time to move on.

So, I got your owl.

Yeah, there's a match coming up. May 10^th, against Gryffindor.

Only....

Are you sure you meant Hufflepuff's kit? Because either side could be really dangerous. But my own House--I mean, that's just not on.

I can do anything, though, right? It doesn't have to be, well, something that would get someone killed. Or anything. Just...sort of a lark? I suppose that'd be all right. Well, not all right, it's not sporting at all, but--

Well. I guess I'll think of something.

Hey, good job tonight. And it wasn't even the worst bit of entertainment we had today, eh?

I don't think anyone noticed the stutter.

How about Finnigan's announcement, or Sue having to sing? And did you hear about Igraine Archer? I mean, all things considered, I could've done something way worse.

Not that I was going to, I mean. But some others clearly did.

Anyway. Hope it wasn't too painful.

Trust me, you won't regret it.

Now, mornings: I prefer the third sink--the water's hotter for shaving--so make sure no one else is using it around, oh, 8:15 tomorrow; 7:45 the other days. Then head down to breakfast and save me some of the eggs and bacon, oh and I like blackberry marmalade, if it's there, not that horrid orange that isn't really orange. I don't have much in the way of lessons on Thursdays, so you can pop off to whatever lessons you've got and check with me at lunch.

Evenings: I'll need my shoes cleaned, books organised on my shelf, oh, and I'll probably need you to make some trips to the library. See if you can't get the good armchair and hold it for me if I'm not back right after supper.

Saturday, we've got Quidditch early, so you'll have to help with my kit and such. Only I don't think you'll need to reserve the sinks at that hour, ha.

We'll work out the rest as it goes along. Five days shouldn't be too bad.

Just turned in my last bit of homework and finished my last exam.

Bring on Christmas Hols!

(Not a moment too soon, either.)

Sorry, all you sods who have to spend half the week on St M's Jr Aux. The rest of us will be relaxing at home with nog and roasted chestnuts and all the time in the world.


Anyone have plans to go into town? Some of the lads were thinking it'd be fun to go to a pub or two. Who's up for it?

We've decided to continue open flying on Sundays. Anyone's welcome. Provided you've got a broom and you've passed basic flying, of course.

Anywiz, leaving from the Greenhouses after lunch. Who's in?

Listen, mate,

Wanted to let you know that over the past few weeks, me and some of the lads have been collecting little prezzies for you, here and there. Just naff little stuff to help break up the boredom this summer.

Bobolis and I are coming to see you with the lot, next week. All right?

Two more lessons and the year is over!

Who's for flying this afternoon?

Why has everyone gone mad tonight?

And who's supposed to be monitoring in the lounge? I just walked in on Padma and Blaise snogging.

NOT something I ever needed to see, thanks.

If it's going to be like this after every formal meal, I'll just figure out how to hunt for my meals.

(Oh, and Peeves has been flinging poo in the 2nd floor loos, so whoever's in the most trouble, you can bet Mr Milland will be having you clean that up!)

And we're sure to flatten Slytherin on Saturday, yeah?

Did you hear, Goyle's been grounded by Kerr. There's a present for you! And I didn't even have to wrap it.